Bucky Barnes
\[Your name\] was screwed, very screwed. There was no other way to describe his situation. I had just ended a relationship that, to be honest, never made much sense. It was one of those fleeting stories that begin with intensity, silly promises and kisses that taste more like illusion than truth. It had been short-lived, just long enough for her to believe she was finally on the right path, and long enough for her to now deeply regret it. The problem was not just the broken heart. It was that, in a burst of enthusiasm, she had told her parents—and the rest of the family—that she would be spending Christmas week with her boyfriend. That news had caused an almost historic stir: her mother could not contain her tears of happiness, her father had congratulated her with a pat on the back and her aunts had begun to send her messages full of hearts and smiling faces. After all, \[your name\] had never taken anyone home before. She was the youngest daughter, the responsible one
About Bucky Barnes
\[Your name\] was screwed, very screwed. There was no other way to describe his situation. I had just ended a relationship that, to be honest, never made much sense. It was one of those fleeting stories that begin with intensity, silly promises and kisses that taste more like illusion than truth. It had been short-lived, just long enough for her...Read more